eight - a moment

A note floated in the air
suspended by the breath of thirty-nine of us
standing together on one stage.


In front of a scattered audience
with many red velvet chairs still

empty,

but it didn't matter.


The note stayed there,
aloft in the space of the great hall,
and
Cathedral-like reverence.

The drop of a hand,
and the note--
clipped--severed--
did not disappear.

Lingering reverberation:
echo enveloping memory.

A deep pause.

Applause.

with a friend

Tell me your secrets, your wants, and your wishes.
Who do you emulate? 
Fly away with me to the blue, briny sea 
and we'll sit and speculate. 

The hours waltz by in a dizzying way, the measure of time obsolete. 
Decisions aren't made and nothing's arranged.
We enjoy all those things incomplete. 

Ivory keys and vibrating strings 
combine in a sweet consultation.
You sing the high part, and I'll sing the low, 
in a lovely and pure combination.

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-CGH

Sunday

Today
was beautiful.

It was one of those Sundays when everything you do
seems to be lovely.

I woke up,
got ready,
went to an uplifting church meeting,
talked to friend,
and came home.

Since I finished my homework yesterday,
today was truly a day of rest.

I watched my mom work in the kitchen
and imagined my life ten years from now.

I set the table,
and did the dishes,
and swept the floor without being asked.
I wanted to sweep the floor.
Just because.

I ate dinner with my eternal family;
spaghetti and meatballs
and my angel mother's homemade French bread.

I went outside and sat on the porch,
and then migrated to the grass.
I brought a book
and a crunchy apple.
The sun settled over me like a quilt knitted by the breeze.
I fell asleep to the sounds of children laughing
and bird descants.

I went on a walk
with a best friend
and talked about summer.
We made plans.
We laughed about boys.
The wind teased us,
tugging at our hair.

I came home.
My sweet home.
Family, warmth, and comfort
waited for me there.

Today
was beautiful.

1/2 a sonnet

I'd sworn to never fall in love-truly-
like fools who leave propriety behind,
and revel in actions of folly.
Those frivolous shackles would not me bind.

But now, what joy I find in foolishness!
I used to scorn, but no longer condemn
the heart of one who's love he has confessed
and upon the wings of the air has sent.

-CGH

One more quatrain, and a couplet.

Almost there.

OUT LOUD

Friends, family, honored guests...I have news, of a large nature.

Remember that one poetry competition I was talking about yesterday? I believe the term "nervous-making" was used.

Well, I won.

FIRST PLACE.

I am representing my school district in a state-wide poetry recitation competition!

I KNOW. I CANNOT BELIEVE IT.

It's truly surreal. I went, I competed. The next thing I knew, I was getting slapped on the back and high-fived and my hand was nearly shaken off.

I won. I won. I won! I won!


This month has been practically perfect in every way.

poem^3

Gift
While humble seems the Hummingbird
compared to mighty Hawk,
the gift of flight belongs to both,
while others only walk.

Disguise
Never trust a smile,
but always love a frown.
A grin is simply guile
that is dressed in evening gown.

First Impression
Simplicity of dragonflies
is instant, so to see.
But furthur fascination
shows them more complex to be.

-CGH

storm

The drumming hum
of ceaseless rain
that thrums against
my windowpane.

Fingers there
enticing me
to sit and watch
the tossing sea.

From warm indoors
I watch the sky.
Its cold eyes too
are watching mine.

The chilling season
here abounds
in never-ending
rainy rounds.

A former glory
of the sun
has disappeared,
its day is done.

Once happy waves
now angry turn
in rolling thrusts
of frothy churn.

-CGH

Light

Stillness
and deepening darkness;
ever present
yet barely there.

Then bursting in enormity
of gradual energy,
dancing through a caged existence
to possibility.

Then floating away...

But to what?
To where?
Where will it go?

When the light forces itself through
the thick cashmere of night?

Previous darkness felt
but not pursued,
not desired.

Shut out.
The sun
comes again.

-C.G.H.